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Christmas and Twilight

Never in a million years did I think that reading a saga would bring some of the most amazing people into my life. People from all walks of life and different corners of the world. When I signed on for the cruise little did I know that I was part of a group of men and women who would become very dear friends. A couple of friends that I met through the cruise forum flew up here last month to attend my New Moon party. To be honest...that blew my mind. I have a very small circle of friends as we all know. I'm very leery of people in general and to have 2 women spend the time and money to fly from CA to my house just to spend time with me took me completely by surprise. It showed me that I am not what others have tried to tell me I am. A bad person. A bad friend and I think only of myself.

This post is actually going somewhere. I look at my Christmas tree and it reminds me of just how much people think of me and that I'm loved. My tree was decorated by my children and it is gorgeous but each and every day for the last week I've been adding more to it. Each day I receive a Christmas card from my Twilight friends. Each day my tree is decorated with the cards I take out of my mailbox. It is a beautiful tree. Decorated by people I love and people who love me. I may physically be alone this Christmas but when I turn off the lights and turn on the Christmas tree...I am reminded that I am never alone. I am surrounded by family and friends. This is turning out to be one of the most amazing Christmas' that I have had in many years. :)

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